if we could see
each person as someones precious baby
if we could hold everyone that dear
that new that soft that
moment
when we were first embraced,
encircled in arms of complete acceptance
when everything was possible
if we could look with the eyes of love
if belonging were our common language
all our differences
would fall like so many tired leaves
to be thrown into the welcoming sky
leaving our arms open and jubilant to receive each other
our mothering hearts petitioning peace
one postcard from paradise
petitioning peace
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This is my prayer every day. And when I can remember, for I do not always, especially to those who do not agree with me, or like me, or who I do not like or agree with, to remember that they are that brand new small bundle of peace... This petition is written in my heart...
Posted by: Lea | November 11, 2012 at 09:11 AM
Welcome home dear one, I have missed you so and your welcome words of peace...
Hugs x
Posted by: Sue Fox | November 11, 2012 at 10:14 AM
Baby LOVE so precious. Hard to feel such joy for everyone. Will try to open my heart and arms wider because I know you are right.
LOVE
Posted by: gemma | November 11, 2012 at 10:30 AM
I'm synching my post with yours. . .
Posted by: Meri @ Meri's Musings | November 11, 2012 at 12:00 PM
my reality for peace comes with a price this day.
Posted by: deb taylor | November 11, 2012 at 03:14 PM
Rebecca, this touched me so deep... if we only learned that as a species...
Posted by: Ana | November 11, 2012 at 03:33 PM
Wonderfully inspiring post ~ so good to have you back ~ (A Creative Harbor) ^_^
Posted by: Carol | November 11, 2012 at 03:58 PM
This post is perfect timing as i have been listening to babies and parents in the maternity ward since friday. It brought back lots of memories of having my babies years ago, even though i was there for a different reason this time.
Posted by: Andrea thompson | November 11, 2012 at 04:20 PM
dear precious baby,
as i hold
my mom's
aging hand
i see there
in the wrinkled thinness,
the smooth*skinned,
roundy baby hand
she possessed
for her
own mother
89 years ago
and
so
on
♥
Posted by: somepinkflowers | November 12, 2012 at 09:53 AM
this is exactly what you do, sweet rebecca~~ encircle and create a circle of loved ones, encourage and bring out the pure essence of ourselves through your words, images and beautiful recuerda mi corazon gathering place. i am ever grateful.
Posted by: Irene | November 13, 2012 at 02:39 PM